Wildfire start with a kiss (eng)

Chapter 14 (mature)

We reached chapter 14 already : D
I want to thank all the readers who left comments and votes on the previous chapter(s)

It's nice to know that new people read my story and liked it.

Like you can see this time it has some mature content, but don't expect too much. I'm more confident to write smut in my native language.

Nevertheless I hope you will enjoy this chapter ; )

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Krist glanced around the roof, seeing the lumpy couch standing under a string of glowing fairy lights and showing one the view over the neighborhood. It was only P'Sing's head he could make out, which rested on the backrest.

Arm had sent him up here, to finally look after him.

He hesitantly walked to the couch.

P'Sing did not move, even when he was close enough that he should notice him. He had his eyes closed. In one hand still the bottle of whiskey he had taken with him.

Krist moved around the couch and stood directly in front of him, where he just looked at P'Sing for a moment.

After Arm told him a little about his past, some things made more sense now.

He could not imagine such a life, and it was not surprising that P'Sing still carried his own demons around.

Furthermore, he knew a few things about it himself, albeit on a different scale.

P'Sing was one of the most fascinating people he had ever met, it was difficult now to imagine that, one day, he would no longer be around him.

A quiet grumbling was heard from him and Krist was only just able to prevent that he poured the rest of the content of the bottle he held in his hand over himself.

He finally set it down on the floor and leaned a bit more over P'Sing, trying to get him to wake up by slightly shaking him.

Too late he remembered that this was probably not the best idea, could he still clearly remember what had happened the last time when he had tried something like that.

Now he seemed to have an explanation for that, too, when he thought about it.

But the alcohol seemed to have lulled him in enough that he only opened his eyes and looked at him somewhat inebriated.

"Let's go down P'." He told him and put a hand gently around his upper arm to help him up.

P'Sing didn't budge.

A grip around Krist's necktie and he was pulled close, their faces just inches apart.

Krist swallowed hard about this unexpected action and returned the now more sober look of the other, trying to appear calm.

The idea that it would be easy to lean just a tiny bit forward to kiss him, leaving him with fiery cheeks.

Instead, P'Sing gave him a rough head-butt. "Such a stupid action will not happen again, understood!" Krist grunted over the pain, but could not really back off, as P'Sing was still holding onto his tie.

"Do you understood?!" He repeated, this time more energetic and tugged again at the silky piece around his neck.

"I understand ... for heaven's sake!" Krist said. Just then P'Sing let go of him.

"Well ... that's good ..." He heard P'Sing muttering, before it fell back with the head on the backrest and closed his eyes again.

Krist rubbed the hurting spot on his forehead. Then he stepped to the roof enclosure and for a while just gazed into the distance.